Once called the crow, he came to me,
sat silently by,a willow tree.
Came forth the corncrake, attentively,
then hushed he away so hurriedly
Buzzed by a bee, a bumbling bee,
to kiss my lips so tenderly.
Rosey,red, he left to me,
sweet venom craved desirably.
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